Treasure Island

Brianna Jordan

(5/3/96 / jacksonville florida)

I am


i am brianna jordan
i wouder if marion ohio will ever change
i hear my friends talking
i see my crazy life in front of me
i want to save all animals
iam brianna jordan
i pretend to be gothic
i believe i will graduate with my class
i touch my familys hearts
i feel like i can do anything
i worry about guys to much
i cry over animal abuse
i am brianna jordan
i understand that i should take no for an answer
i say if you abuse childern or animals you are stupid
i dream to go to florida univeratiy
i am brianna jordan

Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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